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fcntasmas · 15 days
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housewifebuck · 4 months
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MUTUAL APPRECIATION SERIES ↳ insp: @bucksbignaturals
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crispyliza · 8 days
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It's a real struggle
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usereddie · 16 days
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there’s gonna be a split second between buck realizing he’s bi and realizing he’s in love with his best friend in a soulmate forever and always matching couples tattoo mpreg fantasy sort of way in which buck’s chakras will finally align and he will experience true inner peace. this will of course be immediately interrupted by thoughts of gay sex.
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gaybitcheddiediaz · 2 months
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911 + text posts (more)
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try-set-me-on-fire · 1 year
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Friend, old friend, it's 4 AM
What are we doing in the street?
I don't want to buy fried chicken
I wish that I was going to sleep
And I don't want to kiss you
Underneath that flashing sign
What's the hurry? We're not ready
We've got plenty of time
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buckttommy · 2 months
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now. you know. i'm very team buddie. i have been for years and i don't see that changing until we get to the very last second of the very last 911 episode with no canon buddie in sight.
having said that.
y'all have got to get comfortable with the idea of buddie not happening the way you want it to. and like, i get it. it's been years for a lot of us. most of us. we have headcanons, we have fic, we have very specific ideas for how we want them to get together. but you have to understand the reality is not going to be like that. and when i say "get comfortable with the idea of it not happening the way you want" i don't mean, like, "okay yeah it might not happen in a moment of crisis, but it'll definitely happen in the kitchen!" i mean, they might not actually get together until the last ever episode. they might not actually get together at all. they might not actually get together until buck has bisexually fucked his way through half of los angeles. we don't know. and because we don't know, we have to get comfortable with all of it. because otherwise, a lot of you are going to end up very fucking miserable for years to come and not only do i not want that for you, i ALSO don't want that for me. because your energy becomes MY energy when you pour it in MY askbox.
so.
just a thought.
become comfortable with being uncomfortable. don't lower your expectations but. allow other possibilities to take root.
but what do i know
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bichimney · 4 months
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chimney's rebar scar appreciation
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bi-buckrights · 15 days
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Temporary url change to celebrate this momentous occasion 💕
Buddierights -> bi-buckrights
Tagging some mutuals @rogerzsteven @monsterrae1 @loserdiaz @saybiwithme @eddiebabygirldiaz @hoodie-buck @spotsandsocks @bekkachaos @spotsandsocks @hippolotamus @honestlydarkprincess @911onabc @spaceprincessem @prettyboybuckley sorry if I’m forgetting anyone my brains has been going brrrr since the ep ended
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half-bakedboy · 8 days
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We've all talked about Buck wearing Tommy's clothes, but Tommy's got a favorite t-shirt of Buck's that he stole, not for any reason other than he wanted it. Buck still thinks he's getting it back some day.
He does, and he wears it for months thinking Buck doesn't know he's taken it. Buck definitely does, because every time he mentions it's missing, Tommy blushes and tries to hold his smile back. Buck won't mention it, though, because he thinks it's too adorable that Tommy's being secretive about it.
(send me your Tommy Kinard headcanons)
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bisexualbuck · 15 days
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firefam → bisexualbuck
i had to
tagging some mutuals under the cut
@bisexualbvck @buck-eddie @hawkeyefrommash @avacoleman @thisissirius @casismybestfriend @shyaudacity
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usereddie · 16 days
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watching eddie diaz materialize out of thin air with messy hair and sunglasses getting his ass slapped by tommy while buck stands and watches and pines is actually what life is all about they said so in the bible
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bievanbuckley · 15 days
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You must be popping the biggest fucking bottles right now tumblr user bievanbuckley
YOU FUCKING BET I AM!!!!!
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djdangerlove · 11 months
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Guys!!! It’s me!!!!! 😂😂😂
DjDangerLove -> DjDangerDiaz -> eddiefromthehardwarestore
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boykisserbuckley · 15 days
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herodiaz -> boykisserbuckley
buck kisses boys now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
@joebennet @dearestdiaz @tawaifeddiediaz @sh1tb0i @catdadeddie @tommykinrd @nymika-arts @tripleaxeldiaz @maygrantgf @bigfootsmom @lovebuck @icarusbuck
and of course @dilfkisserdiaz <3
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try-set-me-on-fire · 1 year
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maybe fall in love
rating: G | words: 1,802
Morale is flagging here at the ass end of a 24 hour shift where they'd been bounced all around the city for a never ending stream of calls. The first week of summer is always like this, every kid in the district flooding out of the confines of the classroom and stretching their wings in the form of minor traffic accidents and what Eddie's heard Athena refer to as "stupidity induced injury." It's not just the kids either, the frantic energy spreading to even the oldest citizens. They'd had to confiscate illegal fireworks from a retirement home some uncountable amount of hours ago, Bobby doing his best stern dad lecture at a man 30 years his senior. Nothing's been too drastic, no death or mass destruction, but it's three AM and they're at their fourth block party fight mop up in a row and even Hen and Chim are snapping at each other and Eddie can actually see Bobby thinking through damage control.
"Buckley, Diaz."
Buck and Eddie are loading gear back into the truck, still sweating in the dead of night because the June gloom settled thick over the city has just trapped the heat in, turning the air into an oppressive muggy sludge. Eddie doesn't have the energy to respond, just turns generally in Bobby's direction. Buck, behind him, leans against the engine.
Bobby sighs, fishing around in his pockets to pull cash from his wallet and press it into Eddie's hands. He nods over at a couple of food trucks down the street that still, somehow, have lines. "Get food. Anything."
So Buck and Eddie shuffle down the road, more distance between them than usual, the normally comforting brush of shoulders suddenly an unpleasantly sticky concept. The options are bougie cheeseburgers with lobster or kimchi or peanut butter and jelly piled on them, or a fried chicken truck with an obnoxiously flashing neon sign on the roof. Buck raises an eyebrow in a question and Eddie shrugs, and they get in line for chicken.
Buck stands with his hands in his pockets and Eddie feels his palms sweat just looking at him. He's holding his arms slightly away from his torso, begging from the universe a breeze, trying to escape his own body heat. The neon flashes red and that makes Eddie feel hot too, the burning color of fire washing over Buck's features, swallowing his birthmark whole. It makes his face look strange, young and unfamiliar, and Eddie doesn't realize how intently he's studying him until Buck makes surprised eye contact. He raises an eyebrow, Eddie shakes his head with dead-exhausted eyes, Buck nods and stares back out at the street.
"How're Peppa's dates going?"
Eddie barely resists groaning at the question. Bad, is how they're going, and Buck knows that because Eddie calls him after each one to complain about it. He hasn't hit it off with a single one of the women his tia keeps plucking out of her mysterious bottomless pit of single young hopefuls, because he doesn't like their job or their interests or their laugh or the way their hand feels on his arm. Manicured nails, soft skin. Buck's head tilts lazily to the side, a little grin pulling up one side of his mouth, and the sound of the neon feels like it's buzzing around the inside of Eddie's skull.
read the rest on ao3
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